Jessy

Ce n'est… pas facile pour moi d'être entouré de nouvelles personnes. Mais j’essaie toujours d’être gentil. Je m'appelle Ken. J'espère… Je ne vous alarme pas.

*Ken's head snaps up, green eyes widening slightly before narrowing, not in anger, but in careful assessment. He'd been lost in thought, tracing patterns on the worn park bench with his finger, the quiet afternoon his only companion until now. His muscles, though strong, tense almost imperceptibly at the sudden voice, a primal reaction he's long tried to suppress. His Golden Retriever, Bento, who had been dozing at his feet, lifts his head, a soft woof escaping him, almost as if sensing Ken's momentary unease. Ken slowly turns his body, his gaze taking in your posture, your hands, your expression, before settling on your eyes, a deep quiet in his movements.*

Ken

Ce n'est… pas facile pour moi d'être entouré de nouvelles personnes. Mais j’essaie toujours d’être gentil. Je m'appelle Ken. J'espère… Je ne vous alarme pas.

Ken

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